《Nintu: The Masters of Destiny and the Salvation of the Empire》 Chapter I - Did you miss me? Humiliated, beaten, dirty and filthy, he was being dragged through the blood-stained streets of the capital. The sky lay invaded by clouds that shed incessant tears. People who were once loyal to him, and who suffered the consequences of his actions, booed him and throwing stones. So many efforts in vain, climbing the stairs of the scaffold, Philipart Cynther would remember that bitter night when his wife received him with love. Curia Nat, Raecum, capital of the Oriens region End of 574 ¡°Dear senators,¡± he began to speak from the center of the room. ¡°It will be a very complicated expedition; we will only achieve human and material losses.¡± Those present murmured among themselves, looking at him out of the corner of their eyes. ¡°We know that to the southwest of the Araquia peninsula are fertile lands and abundant minerals. As well as tribes enriched by trade that could give us a challenge as we move in,¡± he paused. ¡°It seems to me that there is a balance between what will be lost and what will be gained, don''t you think?¡± He laughed at Senator Cr¨¢sico''s words. He took a deep breath in an attempt to reassure him, he did not want to speak in a bad way, getting carried away by his impulsiveness. ¡°We kno-know almost nothing abo-about the road, the only thing we know is that we wou-would have to cross an endless desert that is whipped by heat waves and strong winds.¡± He ducked his head, thinking of some other idea to evade the senators from carrying out the expedition, or, at least, to make it simpler to carry out. ¡°What if we go on boats? However, at the time he remembered that the seas near the peninsula were turbulent and rocky. ¡°No, forget about it, that would be worse....¡± ¡°No, it''s perfect! Soldiers can move along the coast of Araquia, while being followed by ships loaded with supplies.¡± The senators applauded Amarico Corvo''s idea, accepting it. Philipart couldn''t believe how inept they were. It seemed that ambition had completely blinded them. ¡°Have you already consulted Arcadio?!¡± As a last attempt, he turned to the one who carried the image of the Empire on his shoulders, and, above all, to the one who was his good friend. They fell silent and resumed their serenity. ¡°Of course, he couldn''t refuse.¡± A smirk formed on his face. ¡°What?!¡± Philipart shouted, indignant and desperate at Alexirico Longo''s words. The expedition had every chance of failure, and the senators did not seem to care. ¡®Damn them, they sure forced it. After all they were the ones who chose us.¡¯ With that thought, his jaw trembled just like his hands, and his eyes had become watery. ¡°You don''t want to contradict us, Magister Philipart.¡± The direct words of Crasico, like a shiver, ran painfully up and down his spine. As he was invaded by the heavy stares of the senators, he ended up understanding that he had no right to object anymore. ¡°Bastards,¡± he whispered to himself. He turned and, at a slow pace, left the room. House of the Cynther, Raecum, Oriens Penultimate month of 575 Lightning boomed over the earth, darkness pervaded the atmosphere, a soul drowned in disgrace walked back home. The expedition to the southwest of Arachian peninsula lasted a whole year. A year of disease, lack of supplies, betrayal by locals who had sworn allegiance to the Empire, total devastation of the fleet by turbulent seas, fatal weather, and the loss of more than ten thousand men. When they reached the southwest and began the siege of the most important city in the area only a few days later, Philipart ordered a retreat. They had no supplies to maintain a siege of long duration, the troops were too exhausted. Throughout his time away, his wife, Nazly Luw, waited anxiously for him. Every night, she sat on the couch in front of the door, waiting for Philipart to come in. She was a faithful and patient woman. She didn''t know what to think at that moment. News spread throughout the capital that the expedition had ended, and not in a very good way. ¡®Why isn''t he here yet?¡¯ After that thought, he settled down on the couch, in a way that he could sleep without problems. Tearfully, with a tight squeeze in his chest, he dreaded the thought that he, perhaps, had not survived. And he stood up with a start, when he heard the lock being tampered with. Standing up, a smile formed on his face. When the door opened fully, a man, now long-haired, wearing a dull expression, dressed in torn clothes, came into view. Despite the dirty look he wore on him, her heart raced, she wanted to throw herself at him, hug and kiss him, however, she felt that, at that moment, she was not the right one. ¡°It''s good to see you, Nazly,¡± he raised his right arm in salute, accompanying the action with his characteristic thick voice, revealing that his ring finger had been cut off. This was a way of punishing those who failed in their tasks. The smile that had formed on her face was instantly erased, confirming in her mind the news: the expedition had been a total failure. However, and to the surprise of many, a large part of the high commanders who participated in the operation did not lose their posts, like her husband. Enjoying this book? Seek out the original to ensure the author gets credit.Philipart, without beating around the bush, and after closing the door, went to the sofa. Nazly felt fearful at the man''s selfless actions, however, observing him with pity for the state in which he returned, did not want to upset or exalt him further. ¡°I''m fed up with the Senate, they have Arcadio and me as their children,¡± he leaned back against the backrest, sighing. She, at a slow pace came to him, sat down beside him, and as a way of comforting him a little, leaned on his shoulder. ¡°I saw my men consumed by sickness, hunger and thirst. I saw them fall dead before the heat that lashed us like a whip for much of the expedition. I watched the ships, being devoured by the waters, and, battered by the rocks.¡± Philipart''s gaze was lost, he did not turn to look at her, but he felt her caressing his chest with her small hands. ¡°I don''t understand what the Senate wanted to achieve. Everyone knew very well that this area, until now, is very difficult to cross. Why did they insist so much?¡± ¡°Maybe they wanted to tarnish your image.¡± Nazly''s sudden words aroused Philipart''s curiosity. Although it was generally frowned upon for women to participate in political and military affairs, he couldn''t help but remember how astute she was in such matters. ¡°Explain,¡± finally, he turned around, intending to look at her. At his question, she broke away so she could look him in the eye and answer. ¡°Why do you think they didn''t relegate you from your post? Well, they are aware that, apart from being the one who controls the army of the entire Empire, the soldiers, in themselves have great esteem and respect for you, so, taking into account the terrible conditions under which the expedition was planned and carried out, they would not hesitate to support you if the Senate withdraws your title as Magister.¡± She paused to organize her thoughts. ¡°If they washed their hands by blaming you, it means that they already foresaw that the expedition would fail, so they only wanted, and want, to discredit your image in order to, when nobody supports you anymore, relegate you from the post, and, not to have as a consequence, a civil war.¡± Philipart was speechless, his wife''s intuition, despite the fact that they had not spoken for so long, never ceased to amaze him. ¡°You may be right,¡± he sighed resignedly, closing his eyes in an attempt to calm his thoughts. She looked up at him with a welcoming smile, to which he proceeded to give her a kiss on the cheek. Philip was somewhat relieved at this action that he already missed receiving, however, he could not concentrate on it now. ¡°Tomorrow I will visit Arcadio. We must solve, as soon as possible, this problem with the Senate,¡± he opened his eyes, looking at her firmly. ¡°We''ll see who will have whom as a son.¡± Nazly frowned at his words. She didn''t think it was a good thing that, having just come back from the unsuccessful expedition, he had to start doing chores. He had to rest. ¡°Love,¡± he touched her face with his small hands. ¡°Don''t you think you should rest a little?¡± Philipart ignored her, getting up. ¡°If I don''t start doing something now, the Senate could continue to destroy my image. I''m sure they won''t stop until no military sector supports me.¡± He sighed, and seeing how she lowered her head, he brought one of his hands close to her, with which, delicately, and, holding her chin, he lifted her face. ¡°Ah?¡± He asked in confusion as his eyes watered. ¡°What''s wrong?¡± ¡°What¡¯s wrong? I''ve been waiting for a whole year for your return, missing your kisses and caresses! And you won''t even give me a hug?! You''re withdrawing, even ignoring my words and my affection?! What''s the matter with you?!¡± She shouted between sobs, spilling water from her vision. In spite of the offense, and, of her pain, she clung to him, crying into his chest. On the other hand, Philipart did not know what to say, he could not find the right words to comfort her. ¡°Forgive me,¡± it was the only thing that came out. He wanted to say more, he wanted to apologize in a better way, but he couldn''t, he didn''t feel anything, he didn''t feel sorry for her, he didn''t feel that what he had done was wrong. Vacuum. He lowered his arms and lightly carried Nazly. So, he sat down on the couch, laying her on his lap, and gently wiped away her tears. ¡°Cr¨¢sico,¡± he pronounced the name of the senator who had left him speechless before the Senate. ¡°That man threatened me.¡± ¡°Andrio Canrrio Cr¨¢sico?¡± Already feeling better because of her husband''s comforting action, she asked. Philipart nodded his head. ¡°Isn''t he the one who is spreading the rumor that the expedition was actually planned and carried out by you and Arcadio?¡± His body tensed as he heard that, his jaw began to tremble, slowly lowering his head until he locked eyes with Nazly. ¡°What a-are you talking about?¡± Concern was in his voice. ¡®I guess I shouldn''t have said that.¡¯ It was the thought that ran through Nazly, like a knife that had just ended her little moment of happiness. ¡°No-Nothing at all, lo-love, come on, le-let''s rest, let''s rest,¡± gently, she held him by the arms. He did not respond, his expression seemed to have frozen. ¡°Cr¨¢-Cr¨¢sico, took advantage of my absence to tarnish my image with dirty words, that bastard!¡± After roughly pushing Nazly aside, he got up from the sofa. ¡°It wasn''t enough for him to just give us vague words like condolences for the failure, but he also blames us?!¡± He turned his back on her. ¡°?If I leave now, I''ll be at Arcadio''s residence at dawn! This has to be fixed!¡± Nazly rushed to get up, in an attempt to stop Philipart, who had already opened the door. ¡°Please wait! ¡°No! Crassico will deal with me!¡± Chapter II - Tension in ideas Auspex Fortress, Raecum Penultimate month of 575 With the sweet aroma of coffee, sitting in a warm armchair, interested in this object that fosters cultural enrichment and personal fantasy. Arcadio was looking for a way to get away from his reality, from the problems that invaded him. He was trying to feel like his title marked him. ¡°Come in!¡± Reluctantly, he ordered, as he heard a knock at the door. Montag, one of the fortress guards, rushed into the room with news to deliver. ¡°Basileu...! ¡°Look," interrupted the guard. And looking at him out of the corner of her eye, she pointed to the cover of the book she was reading: Who rules the crown? ¡°Have you ever read it?¡± The guard maintained his composure, taking a deep breath, to which he shook his head. Arcadio, upon receiving the answer, got up from his armchair, leaving the coffee cup carefully on a coffee table, and approached Montag at a slow pace. Once they were face to face, he pointed to the book again. ¡°It tells the story of Celer, a fictitious Basileus, who, after a war, brought prosperity to his Empire, surrounding himself with wealth and women, being treated like a god,¡± he exchanged glances with Montag. "Do you think I have those privileges, those riches? ¡°If, like Basileus, you have the coffers of the Empire at your fingertips....¡± ¡°No!" He threw the book on the floor. "You all look like sock suckers, come on! Don''t tell me what you think I want to hear, tell me what you think! The truth! Use your judgment! The guard trembled at the shouts, not knowing what to say. Instantly, Arcadio sighed wearily, bending down to pick up the book. ¡°Sorry, Montag. The recent conflicts with the Senate, and, the criticisms for the failure of the expedition have me fed up. I should not have spoken to you like that,¡± he put a hand on the guard''s shoulder. ¡°However, I would like to hear you speak the truth.¡± Montag relaxed, sketching a smile, accepting his apology. ¡°The truth is that the Senate has you by the balls, Basileus Arcadio¡±. Arcadio guffawed at his words. ¡°That''s what I was talking about, and please don''t refer to me as you,¡± he put the book down on a nearby shelf, and turned his attention to the guard''s reason for being in his room. ¡°Ah, well, someone is coming to see you, my lord.¡± Arcadio, nodded, turned to the door, and asked to let the seeker pass. Montag did so. ¡°Philipart!" He shouted excitedly, arms wide open, at the sight of his friend alive. The two embraced, having not seen each other for a year. ¡°To what do I owe your visit!¡± The joy that had formed on Philipart''s face after he broke away from the embrace and received the question was instantly erased. His expression became serious, revealing his dark circles under his eyes, caused by having traveled all night without rest. ¡°Cr¨¢sico,¡± it was enough to say a name for the Basileus to understand the reason for his arrival. ¡°You Heard,¡± sighing, he turned around, walking to the window, "Nazly told you, didn''t she?¡± He asked without looking at his. ¡°Right," he replied. "We must do something about this man and the Senate, this situation has already gone beyond the tolerable limit!¡± ¡°Well, I can''t do much! I just do what the Senate says: What do they want to do, a military operation? What do they want to build something? Do they want to change the laws? I have no choice but to accept what they ask.¡± ¡°And I can''t use my men! The bastards have disabled all nearby armies until further notice!¡± ¡°They''re both to blame," Montag blurted suddenly, standing to one side of the door. ¡°They are both inept.¡± Philipart and Arcadio, silent, frowning, did not give reason to their words, they were of the few times in which a guard, listener of the affairs of his master, gave an opinion on the matterthey were obliged to stay out of what was being talked about. ¡°You, Magister Philipart, could have arrested and executed all the senators when you still had total control over the entire army. And you, Arcadio, you say that some of us look like sock-suckers, but you are a complete egg-sucker with no filler.¡± ¡°What?!¡± They both shouted. Arcadio took a dagger out of his tunic. Philipart took position, raising his fists and leaning on his right leg. Montag kept his composure, undaunted. ¡°Oh... Excuse me, did it hurt? Did the truth hurt?! Look at them, men who were once glorious and respected, now they are seen as the bitches of the Senate!¡± Those words struck a deep chord in their hearts. Arcadius put away his dagger. Philipart resumed a normal position. With crestfallen heads. ¡°Good,¡± Cynther sighed. "Tell us, what should we do to try to fix this situation?¡± ¡°And how hard will it be?¡± Added Arcadio. The room was flooded in Montag''s laughter. ¡°Unbelievable! The image of the Empire, and, the one who controlled the forces, asking for help from a simple fortress guard, how ironic, isn''t it?¡± They both had to swallow their pride, and, their anger, as they really wanted to find some solution. In Philipart, the feelings of anger and rancor quickly faded as he focused on one of Montag''s words. ¡°What do you mean by con-controlled? I am the Magister Militum, I control all the military forces in the Empire¡±. He trembled at the thought that the Senate had indeed relegated him from his post. ¡°Now he is the Magister Militum per Occidentem,¡± He corrected him without fear of his reaction. ¡°The Senate, in order to balance the powers, decided to divide the office between the West and the East. That means that you only control¡­.¡±If you come across this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen from Royal Road. Please report it. ¡°The military forces of the Afriki regi¨®n,¡± he looked at the ground stunned. "Wh-Who is the Magister of Ea-East?¡± ¡°Andrio Canrrio Cr¨¢sico.¡± His body wavered, he staggered sideways, his eyes roamed the floor, and his breathing quickened. ¡°The only chance I had to stand up to the Senate is over." He said forcefully. Without mincing words. ¡°Montag!¡± shouted Arcadio. He did not want him to anger Philipart, who, driven by impulsiveness, might kill him, and to whom he approached, consoling him with pats on the shoulder. ¡°We''ll give you whatever you want, but please tell us what to do.¡± The guard looked at them for a few moments, analyzing them carefully, seeing in their eyes the mental exhaustion that dominated them. ¡°My reward will be seen at another time. The important thing now is to find a way to prevent the Senate from taking full control of the Empire. Although depending on how they see it, they already control it completely.¡± ¡°Caa yo-you tell us your plan ple-plea-please?¡± A certain anxiety was beginning to invade Philipart. Montag closed his eyes for a moment, sighing heavily. ¡°Magister Philipart, go to Afriki together with your wife and the family of Arcadio, you must keep them safe, and, already confirmed your position per Occidentem, reinforce the border with Oriens, prepare the region.¡± ¡°A-And is tha-that why?¡± Montag ignored his question, turning to Arcadio. ¡°Remove soldiers from Cr¨¢sico, use them, kill them, destroy them or take them to Afriki.¡± ¡°How do I do that? The guard frowned, turning to the door. ¡°You can''t depend on the opinion of others to make your own decisions, I''m sure you''ll manage to find a way to take troops away from Cr¨¢sico,¡± he walked towards the exit, and, looking sideways at them: "Magister Philipart. Basileus Arcadio. May the Nintu bless you. ¡°Amen," they both said calmly. The guard withdrew, leaving them speechless, afraid, helpless, feeling weak and insufficient after having asked a, simple guard, for help. ¡°At least we already have an idea," Arcadio acknowledged with a downcast look, returning to the window, admiring the outside with false tranquility. ¡°What I most want to avoid is a civil war..." He looked down sighingly. ¡°Well, your guard seemed to be giving us tips on how to prepare for that,¡± Philipart sat back in his chair, trying to process and organize his mind. ¡°Protect your family and my wife. Reinforce the border, and you have to take troops from Cr¨¢sico....¡± ¡°We will have to act cautiously, without arousing suspicion.¡± ¡°I''ve had enough of the Senate! I''d rather kill myself than look at those rats¡¯ faces again!¡± Philipart''s incoherent words, uttered on impulse, were by now commonplace to Arcadius, who rolled his eyes, turned around, and raised his arms with open palms. ¡°Easy, easy, easy, breathe my friend,¡± he let out a calm smile in order to convey confidence to Philipart. ¡°We must pray that Montag''s advice will be successful, so that we can save our Empire.¡± Arcadio looked piously at Philipart, who remained with a serious expression. ¡°I can''t imagine how much you went through on the expedition. The best thing you can do is not to overthink so much, my friend. I recommend you to go back home now, tell Nazly what we talked about, and prepare for the move. You will hear from my family soon.¡± Philipart nodded repeatedly, silently understanding Arcadio''s words. ¡°Do you have any idea how you will take troops away from Cr¨¢sico?¡± Now calmer, he asked. ¡°Not at all," he laughed nonchalantly. "But I''ll think of something. If I act quickly, the senators might get suspicious.¡± Philipart nodded. Arcadio noticed not only seriousness in his face, but also anguish. ¡°What''s bothering you? And don''t tell me nothing.¡± ¡°Nazly. I waited for a year, and yesterday, when I came back, I treated her more...¡± Arcadio raised his hand, interrupting him. ¡°Don''t be mortified about it. You have witnessed terrible things in the expedition, to which the problems with Cr¨¢sico are added. In a way, although your attitudes were not good, they are justifiable. Even so, you should apologize to her.¡± Once again, Philipart nodded silently, turning away. ¡°May the Nintu bless us, Arcadio.¡± ¡°Amen.¡± So Philipart withdrew, heading for the stables in search of his horse. Arcadio did not despair. He closed the door and returned to the armchair to resume his reading, he wanted to relax his thoughts. However, as soon as he grabbed the coffee cup, an idea enlightened him. ¡®How about a new expedition?¡¯ After that thought, the book was thrown into the air, the armchair fell backwards, the cup shattered, and he, rushed out of the room. He walked swiftly through the rustic corridors of the fortress, now of simple color, once stained in blood, built by his wife''s family. The contemptuous glances of the guards were not long in coming, looking at him strangely for his actions. Thus, he arrived at the library, in agitated happiness. ¡°Wyatt!¡± He shouted as he entered the place. ¡°Basileus Arcadius?¡± He asked with a frown, twisting his head. "What can I do for you?¡± He said, adjusting his long blond hair. Arcadio approached, looking around the bookstores, rich in a variety of books. ¡°I need advice from my consiliarius.¡± Wyatt nodded at his words. ¡°Well, I am all ears, my lord," he said, taking a seat in a chair, and turning his attention to his master. Arcadius pondered for a moment, debating with himself whether it would be wise to tell him the whole plan, which included talking about the little plot that was being hatched against the Senate, so he opted to just tell him the main thing. ¡°I would like to start a military campaign under my command, it would be a good way to improve my image before the people, don''t you think so?¡± Wyatt narrowed his eyes, placing a few fingers on his chin, analyzing word by word what Arcadio said. ¡°It will not work. You are obliged to ask permission from the Senate, which is sure to reject it. There are no territories to generate genuine interest in them. The frontiers are secured, there is no enemy to contend with. And if we add the failed expedition of Magister Philipart....¡± ¡°Is there no way to convince them?!¡± He shout in desperation. Wyatt shook his head. Then he rose from his chair. ¡°Yes, that''s all, my lord. I''m going to retire, I must attend to some things with some merchants. Believe me, I am sorry.¡± He looked at the Basileus, giving him a faint smile. And he left the library, leaving him there, staring at the book on the table, inwardly cursing the Senate. A tired sigh escaped from between his lips, his shoulders slumped and his posture humped. ¡°Idiot," uttered a firm voice behind Basileus. Arcadio, more than offended, felt confused at the sudden insult to his person; turning to look at the offender. ¡°Mo-Montag?¡± He questioned hesitantly at the sudden appearance of the guard. ¡°Apparently you''ve already come up with an idea to withdraw soldiers from Cr¨¢sico," he said, entering the room, walking with his hands clasped behind his back, without taking his eyes off Arcadio. ¡°Well, it seems that it is not possible to realize my idea,¡± he understood that Montag had overheard the small talk. Arcadio let out a sigh ¡°What was the insult?¡± ¡°I only told the truth. Anyone who asks you about it will tell you that it will not be possible to carry it out. And I thought that the senators chose the most capable to be able to exercise the image of the Empire.¡± ¡°You''re playing with fire,¡± he said to Montag''s noticeable derision. The guard guffawed, resuming his walk through the library. ¡°Well,¡± he spoke resignedly, seeing that her words did not intimidate him. "What should I do?¡± Montag turned to him. ¡°If you managed to think of an idea to take troops away from Crassus. I''m sure you can come up with a believable lie with which to evade the Senate.¡± His eyes widened at Montag''s suggestion. ¡°Li-Lie...?¡± ¡°Yes!¡± Exclaimed Montag excitedly, interrupting him, causing him to startle a little. ¡°Take this into account: they love wealth, they are greedy to the max.¡± Arcadio meditated and understood. ¡°Anything else, Montag?¡± ¡°You must dismiss those closest to you. As your consiliarius.¡± Arcadio frowned, narrowing his eyes, pursing his lips. ¡°Things with the Senate are very tense, how can you be so sure that the men who inhabit this fortress are loyal to you? Your control over the coffers of the Empire is almost nil, those who manage them are those of the Senate, and all the inhabitants, even the soldiers, love money, they are ruled by money.¡± Silence invaded the atmosphere, both looked at each other. As if they were attentive to see which of the two would attack first. ¡°He''s the one!¡± Wyatt exclaimed, entering the library accompanied by several soldiers, pointing his finger at Montag. The men surrounded the guard, while Wyatt held Arcadio by the arm to push him away. Basileus released his grip abruptly, confused by Wyatt''s sudden action. ¡°My lord, that man is filling your head with nonsense,¡± he threw a withering glance at the accused. ¡°You see, Arcadio?¡± With a calm tone, Montag asked, raising his head to show superiority, observing the soldiers over his shoulder. ¡°Your consiliarius is afraid. Surely he heard when I warned you of possible traitors,¡± he smiled falsely, sweeping his gaze over those around him. ¡°My lord, that man only wants to take advantage of you, please don''t fall for his lies!¡± ¡°That''s just what someone would say to avoid being removed from his position. Arcadio, he just wants to manipulate you,¡± he said without leaving himself any privacy. ¡°Look! He even brought soldiers with him, doesn''t it seem strange to you?¡± Arcadio remained thoughtful, his breathing accelerated, anxiety invaded him, he did not know who to defend. ¡°Will you let the Senate keep you as a dog?!¡± Montag''s coarse words touched Arcadio''s ego. ¡°Guards!¡± He took control of the soldiers. "Take him to the dungeon!¡± He pointed his finger at Wyatt, who blanched. The men hesitated, however, being the Basileus, they could not object. They turned, and went to the consiliarius. ¡°You''ll be sorry!¡± he shouted as he was being dragged through the exit to Montag, who was still serene. With silence in the air, Montag approached Arcadio, who was lamenting for Wyatt, at a slow pace. ¡°You did well, Arcadio,¡± That was the last thing he said, before patting him on the shoulder and leaving the place. Interlude I Raecum, Oriens Night of the twenty-fourth day of the fouth month 564 The most reserved people would call it a place of evil to death, a place where one only goes to spend time. He was walking at a cautious pace towards a bar located in one of the deepest areas of the capital. Not for enjoyment of sinful luxuries or drinking, but as a way to get away from the world he considered foolish. ¡°In a few minutes we will bring you your order,¡± he thanked the waiter for his attention. The place was full, the noise caused by the shouting of the people, and the loud music, made him nervous, an accelerated breathing invaded him, his limbs began to tremble. ¡°Good evening, may I sit with you?¡± The question from a sturdy man, who fixed him with a firm gaze, reassured him a little. He took a deep breath, cleared his throat, and watched for a moment the one who brought him out of his mental agony. ¡°Of course,¡± with a slight smile, he pointed to the chair in front of him.A case of literary theft: this tale is not rightfully on Amazon; if you see it, report the violation. The man thanked, and sat down. ¡°This is exhausting,¡± said the newcomer with noticeable fatigue as he put the napkin around his neck. ¡°The people who party as if it were the festive season, are the worst, don''t you think so? They look as if they don''t know, or pretend to be ignorant, that there is a bloody war going on at the borders right now.¡± Surprised by the confident and relaxed manner in which the man spoke, he merely nodded his head. ¡°What is your name, boy?¡± He placed both elbows on the table, fixing his eyes on the young man, who sighed, and tried to calm his nervousness generated by the hustle and bustle around him.¡± ¡°Tra-Traugott, sir. My name is Traugott, a recent graduate of the Imperial Military Academy.¡± ¡°Ah, congratulations then!¡± He exclaimed vehemently at her words, arms outstretched. ¡°I''m happy for you boy, I was at the Imperial Academy too. Now, in just a few days, I will be leaving for the front to fight in the war,¡± somewhat encouraged by Traugott''s words, he settled back in his chair. ¡°But that doesn''t matter now, better tell me, what is your full name?¡± Traugott pondered the man''s words for a few moments. ¡°Well, I...¡± ¡°Here is your order, young man,¡± placing a pitcher of mead and two glasses on the table, she interrupted him. ¡°As I saw the gentleman I brought two, enjoy,¡± he bowed, and withdrew. The young man sighed at the interruption, to which he let out a slight smile, turning his gaze to the man. ¡°Would you like to drink with me, sir?¡± He asked, pouring the drink into the glasses. The man smiled at her proposal, accepting it with pleasure. ¡°What are your plans, sir?¡± ¡°Well, the Nintu has blessed me with the opportunity to participate in the war. And if I survive, I hope to get involved in politics.¡± They both took their glasses to toast. ¡°I''m glad to he-hear that, sir, I see you have great ambitions,¡± and somewhat embarrassed to be talking to someone slightly older than him, he asked: ¡°What is your name?¡± The man took a breath, raised his glass high, and smiled. ¡°I am Andrio Canrrio Cr¨¢sico.¡± Chapter III - Have compassion Curia Nat, Raecum, Oriens Penultimate month of 575 Upon Arcadius, standing in the center of the room, lay the gazes of the hundred men who made up the Senate. To his surprise, and a rare thing to see, all the senators had attended the meeting, paying meticulous attention to the speaker''s movements and words of welcome. ¡°Enough,¡± With his palm raised, senator Adino Lenas spoke in a loud voice. ¡°Leave the cordialities for another time, and get to the reason why you called this meeting.¡± Most displeased, they agreed with those words, muttering among themselves, jeering at the Basileus. ¡°If you wish,¡± Arcadio sighed. None of those present had a shred of respect for him. ¡°I come to ask your approval for an expedition south of the Nilus River.¡± His words echoed off the high marble walls. The serious expressions lingered for a moment. Until, little by little, among themselves, they began to shuffle what was said. [Let''s do as with Philipart.] Said one of them, remembering how they blamed the aforementioned for the failure of the expedition to Arachia. [And if his expedition turns out to be victorious?] Asked one of them in view of the possibility of victory and increase of popularity of the Basileus. Something that would be detrimental to the senators and their ambitions. ¡°I want to be the sole military leader of the expedition!¡± Without asking permission to speak, Arcadio sentenced. The senators rose from their seats in a huff, booing him outright. How is it possible that the image of the Empire, his puppet, wants to have total control of some armies? Without even giving him a pass to give his arguments, he had already been denied. ¡®You forced me,¡± thought. ¡°Guards!¡± At Arcadio''s shout, the doors of the room were abruptly opened. Immediately, more than forty soldiers armed to the teeth rushed in, surrounding the senators'' seats, wielding their swords tightly. ¡°Are you going to let me finish speaking?!¡± They gulped at the sudden actions Arcadio was taking. They never believed he would be able to use force, so they fearfully resumed their seats. ¡°If I want to have control of the troops, it is for nothing other than to ensure the successful extraction of the riches of that region!¡± Some of the senators, the most ambitious, opened their eyes wide at the idea of increasing their wealth. ¡°Wealth?¡± Asked one in a low voice. ¡°That''s right, everything you can dream of! A variety of minerals, fruits in abundance and vast fertile lands!¡± His words invaded the greedy heads of the senators. ¡°And how do we know what you tell us is true?¡± Tricostus Ebucius, a skeptic, spoke with a raised hand. Those around him, with the same thought as him, supported him, doubting the words of the Basileus. ¡°Do you really think I just spend my time being the pretty face of the empire?¡± With a sarcastic tone he pronounced, laughter from some of the senators was heard. ¡°I worked hard to get this information, which will give us the opportunity to make our empire the most powerful empire that has ever existed. And so, in the not so distant future, we will be able to face the viceroyalty!¡± The men applauded at his excited speech. They had forgotten the possibility of invading those they call: those of the crossing of the passage.The story has been taken without consent; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident. ¡°For the recovery of the Nintu!¡± In order to generate even more benevolence from the senators, he shouted. They followed him with fervor, applauding him. However, Arcadio, in his heart, knew that the worst thing they could do was to make an invasion of those at the crossroads. The Empire was not in a good situation. ¡°Your answer makes no sense! Be clearer! Why do you want to be the only one to lead the expedition?!¡± The emotion disappeared at the question of Augusio Cepion, another skeptic. They regained their composure, and supported the man''s question. Arcadio did not let himself be frightened, and answered calmly. ¡°I do not trust the military leaders. If they already have the support of the legions, imagine when they have complete control of that abundant region! How pitiful would be the future of our Holy Empire!¡± He knew that, in a way, he was contradicting himself, yet he hoped to convince them with his eloquence. The senators were silent for a few moments, once again murmuring and shuffling among themselves at the speaker''s words. One of them, by name Cosirio Helva, stood up. ¡°Basileus Arcadio, I ask you to let us debate what you ask of us, so that we may make the best decision for the good of the Empire.¡± Arcadio, gritted his teeth, hesitating, and eventually agreeing in the face of an absolute denial. He turned around, and with a sign ordered his guards to withdraw with him. He might well have forced the senators to accept what he demanded by force, however, he knew full well that Cr¨¢sico, having a larger army, might retaliate against him. The doors of the hall were closed, the senators settled into their seats. The most influential stood up, moving to the center of the atrium to repeat and evaluate the words of the Basileus. Arcadio, no fool, ordered his guards to surround the doors of the hall and the entire Curia to prevent any messages or escapes. ¡°What now, my lord?¡± One of his men by the name of Caeso, who was standing next to him, looking around the building, asked him. ¡°We can only wait for my request to be approved,¡± he said, praying to the Nintu in his heart, hoping that everything would go in his favor. ¡°And if they don''t approve it?¡± Arcadio raised his head wide-eyed at her question, and in a trembling voice replied: ¡°I''d ra-rather not think about that,¡± drops of sweat slipped from his forehead at the thought of having to use force against the Senate to get his ideas validated. ¡°Some tried, and ended up executed. I wouldn''t want to be among them.¡± Those words confused Caeso. He did not understand what he was referring to. ¡°Forgive me,¡± Sighing, he spoke, raising his eyes to the sky, contemplating the glow of the moon. ¡°Ivi¡­¡± Private house of the imperial family Together with her maid, who stood at her side, attentive to her needs, she nursed her son, barely five weeks old. A brown-eyed, blonde-haired creature. ¡°No doubt the Nintu blessed you by bringing him healthy, my lady.¡± She, named Ivette, smiled at his comment. All the discomforts she suffered for nine months and the complicated delivery she had had did not matter to her. They had spent years trying to have children and finally they had succeeded, nothing could take away the happiness she felt. The bedroom door opened, revealing a man with brown hair and brown eyes, who was staring at the woman on the bed. The maid bowed and left the room, respecting her privacy, closing the door behind her. ¡°Arcadio,¡± her purple eyes shone as she pronounced his name. Gently, she hastened to lay the child, who had fallen asleep, on the floor. And respectful, and at the same time fearful of the important decision that Arcadio had to make, she stepped aside. He approached her at a slow pace, kneeling in front of the little one, analyzing him carefully. After a few seconds, which for Ivette were eternal, he nodded his head. She picked him up carefully, and lifted him from the floor. ¡°Yes, this child is my son, who will bear my grandfather''s name: Tarvel Agricola. And he is the one who, one day, will take my place as the head of this family.¡± That was the ritual by which the father did or did not recognize his son. The woman could not oppose what was decided. Arcadio stood up, and let the child rest in its cradle. ¡°It''s a pity, I missed his birth. The situation in the Empire has kept me very busy,¡± he let out a sigh, turning to his wife, giving her a smile. ¡°It gives me great pleasure to see you, Ivi,¡± he went to her, placing a kiss on her forehead. Ivette couldn''t help blushing and shedding a few tears. However, she was confused to see that Arcadio was now wearing a serious expression. ¡°What''s wro-wrong?¡± Trembling, before Arcadio''s heavy gaze, she asked. He walked his eyes over Ivette''s figure, his breathing tensed. She misunderstood him, giving him a mischievous smile. ¡°You just got here and you want to do it already?¡± he leaned back, pushing aside the blanket. ¡°I''ve been missing you,¡± in a hypnotic tone she said, pulling down her upper garment, exposing part of her breast. Arcadio hurried to raise his hand to stop her. ¡°No, not now,¡± he said. And he took a seat on the edge of the bed, looking her straight in the eyes. ¡°I have something very important to tell you.¡± Ivette frowned, covering her chest, and, settling down on the bed so she could pay attention to him. ¡°I''m listening,¡± with her eyes downcast at his seriousness, she agreed. ¡°You remember Philipart?¡± He received a nod. ¡°I know you''re still recovering from childbirth, but,¡± he paused for a breath, ¡°for your safety, you''re going to live with his wife and him in the capital of Afriki,¡± he turned his gaze away, not wanting to look at her face. She felt a pang in her chest at hearing that. She was aware of the tensions Arcadio had with the Senate. But the idea of being separated from him again did not please her at all. ¡°And you?¡± Ivette stood behind him, hugging him affectionately around the waist, burying her face in his back. ¡°I have some unfinished business with the Senate. If all goes well, I''ll be able to go to Afriki in no time. Her heart, in a thousand pieces made, tears slipped from her cheeks, she clung to him even more. She processed his every word, she wanted to understand. ¡°Why Afriki?¡± Arcadio stood up roughly, taking quick steps to the door. ¡°I have to go. Pack everything you need, in a few days you will leave in a caravan,¡± he glanced sideways at her. ¡°Together with our son.¡± Chapter IV - What happened to you? Are you feeling well? You are aware that the way you have been treating her has not been at all the right one. She, with na?ve love, kissed your back and stroked your hair expecting you to change your attitude. No, you could not and cannot. You keep that serious expression on your face. You try to convince yourself that everything is justified by what you experienced and witnessed during the expedition. She held on to you for the entire journey until you reached Anko, the capital of Afriki, in the faint hope that you would turn around and throw yourself at her in an act of carnal love. Instead, you played the stranger. ¡ó¡ô¡ó The sun was already hiding on the horizon. The sky was clouding over and the birds were already flying to their nests. The mud was splashed by the hard and fast riding of the horse. His rider''s breathing was tense, as if he felt the weight of determination, worry, and remorse on his shoulders. House of the Cynther, Raecum, Oriens Penultimate month of 575 He had left without even saying goodbye, and only now he was showing up, a day later. With his trembling hand he carefully opened the door. A shiver ran through his body as he saw Nazly sitting on the couch. So as not to wake her, he closed the door slowly. At a cautious pace, he approached her, vaguely admiring how the moonlight illuminated her beautifully. ¡°Oh no,¡± he whispered as he saw her face. With sorrow, he observed her eyes framed by large dark circles under her eyes, making him realize that, once again, as she had done for a whole year, she stayed awake waiting for him to return. And to make matters worse, her lips drooped, and, her eyelids swollen, hinted that she cried herself to sleep. He stroked her cheek gently. Thinking of what he would say when she woke up. She started to rise as she felt Philipart''s touch. Her eyes opened, sleepily, revealing the sky reflected in them. ¡°Philip.¡± Pap! The sound of a thump echoed throughout the living room. The mark of a hand formed on one cheek. ¡°You''re an idiot! I didn''t sleep a wink waiting for you to come back like a fool!¡± She stopped her complaints to listen to his explanation. She hoped he would say more than a simple ¡°sorry¡±. He couldn''t, he wanted to express himself, he wanted to say how sorry he was, but nothing came out. Everything he saw and experienced on the expedition, the situation with the Senate and Crassus. The mental burden he felt was consuming him. He fell to his knees, and looked at her. She frowned, her head falling back a little at the strange action of Philipart, who lowered his gaze, and, little by little, buried his face in Nazly''s belly. ¡°Lo-love?¡± He answered with a desolate cry, which he accompanied with cries of anguish. Nazly was speechless. After more than twelve years of knowing each other, it was the first time she had seen the man she had idealized as sentimentally strong cry. What he could not say in words, he conveyed with his bitter weeping. She sighed deeply, and as if it were a maternal instinct, she began to caress his head, repeating in his ear: It''s okay, it''s okay, calm down. She could not help but feel sorry for him. It was only then that she understood. His cold and impulsive way of acting was not because he wanted to be like that, but because so many thoughts, situations, worries and feelings dominated him and he did not know how to release and express them. This ended up triggering reckless behavior. He did not think clearly. She did not judge him anymore. She did not stop comforting him until he calmed down.This tale has been unlawfully obtained from Royal Road. If you discover it on Amazon, kindly report it. She lowered her hands, and carefully lifted his head to look into his eyes. ¡°Are you better now?¡± Showing him a welcoming smile, she asked. He nodded his head, rose shakily, and sat down next to her. ¡°How did it go with Arcadio?¡± So as not to make him relapse again, she chose not to ask him the reason for his crying. ¡°Mo-Montag, one of Arcadio''s guards, advised us both on how we should act in this situation.¡± ¡°A guard? A fortress guard advised you?¡± At Nazly''s slightly mocking tone, he ignored the question. He looked around the room with the intention of relaxing a little, knowing that it would be his last night there. ¡°Nazly, we have to pack everything we need. We''re moving to Anko. ¡°Huh? Why?¡± At this sudden change of attitude and thought, she became excited. ¡°Why are we moving? And why to that place?¡± The move seemed very sudden, and even offensive to all the times they had spent in the house where they had already lived for ten years. Philipart stood up, his hands trembling. ¡°Now I am only the Magister Militum per Occidentem... Cr¨¢sico, the one from the east,¡± he said bluntly. ¡°I only control the troops of the Afriki region,¡± he turned to her, asking her, with a withering look, not to question him anymore, and to do as he asked. Nazly could not finish processing the words spoken by Philipart, before she felt a shiver run through her body at the way he saw her. When she understood, she asked no more, stood up, and withdrew to do as he asked. ¡ó¡ô¡ó Are you really going to keep washing your hands of your experiences as a cheap excuse? As soon as you arrived in Anko, you used your savings to buy a modest house in the center of town at a cost of twenty-five thousand darios, and a middle-aged slave girl named Sila for ten thousand, to help Nazly with the housekeeping, housework and, in general, whatever else she might need. You left the carriage outside the new house and, like the repulsive and disgusting ice that you are, you gave her no words and not a kiss. You left without even helping her out of the vehicle. You couldn''t help but feel uncomfortable at the quizzical looks people gave you on your way. Looking at you was like looking at a dead man who had returned from the underworld to continue suffering in this doom called life. Your dark circles under your eyes, your stooped gait, the dirt on your face, your expression, showed anything but hope. Curia Cornificia, Anko, Afriki Penultimate month of 575 You accelerated your pace until you reached the Curia of the city, where the political and military advisors of Afriki met from time to time to discuss important issues regarding the region. They are the ones you should go to in order to validate your title as Magister per Occidentem, and thus be able to take control of the legions that correspond to you. ¡°Please wait, I will give notice of your presence,¡± the guard guarding the entrance responded to your request to have an audience with the leaders who, at this moment, were having another of their many meetings. You accepted his words. After that, you admired the surroundings for a few moments: the merchants, wearing smiles full of cunning, deceitfully offering their products; the people acting with naive joy; soldiers carrying weapons. Everything, to you, looked strangely normal, as if they were unaware that, day by day, a fuse was burning in the Empire that was about to explode. What''s the matter with you? Do you want to go yell at them? Are you really so unhappy as to ruin their day just because they are not acting as you expected them to act? ¡°My lord,¡± the guard''s voice brought you out of your noxious thoughts. ¡°You can go in now, they are waiting for you,¡± he stepped aside, stretching out his hands, pointing to the entrance. Do you deserve such respectful treatment? You feigned tranquility. You thanked him for his kindness, and walked into the Curia. It didn''t take you long to reach the auditorium, whose doors were opened by the guards guarding them. Before entering, you sighed wearily, thinking that, as in the Senate, you would have to speak in strong words to validate your words. You regained your composure, and entered the room, determined. You would get what you wanted no matter what. ¡°We have been expecting you, Magister Philipart,¡± you were greeted with a warm smile by a man of medium build named Prisco Rufo. You frowned, let out a laugh. Not for responding gracefully to his words, but out of confusion at being called by the title you came to validate. ¡°ExExcuse me?¡± It didn''t occur to you to say anything else, you thought you had misheard. The man gave you a little bow. ¡°It''s a pleasure to have you here, we were looking forward to your presence, Magister Philipart.¡± Without meaning to, you smiled. ¡°That means what...?¡± ¡°Yes, your title as Magister per Occidentem has been approved by the council of Afriki,¡± after interrupting you, he paused. His expression became serious. ¡°We have tried not to spread the news of the tension with the Senate among the citizens. That way we avoided a crisis.¡± His words relieved you, apart from taking a burden off your shoulders, he solved your doubts caused by the, according to you, strange behavior of the people. The man gave you a pass so that you could position yourself in the center of the atrium, and thus, you could address those present and make them aware of your plans. Which you, without any problem, did. As if you deserved it. ¡°Dear members of the Afriki council. I don''t think you are aware of the relief you have given me. You brought me out of the darkness I had been in after the humiliation I suffered thanks to the Senate.¡± The men looked at you with pity. One of them stood up to ask for your attention, which you readily gave. ¡°I am very sorry to hear that my lord. I-I am called Kazet Noman, and I am the one who is as regent in command of all the legions of Afriki, anxious for you to arrive and....¡± ¡°Will I take control of them?¡± You interrupted, eager. ¡°That''s right, my lord,¡± he bowed to you, to which he resumed his seat, demonstrating submission on his part. ¡°For the time being,¡± Prisco spoke to you, ¡°two legions, the II Natlla and the IX Cors¨¦s, will be delivered to you instantly, so that you may begin what you plan to do.¡± Those present stood up and applauded, looking at you smiling, as if they saw in you the salvation of the Empire. Thus, you, without asking for it, by the benevolence of the leaders and their indirect request for help, fulfilled the first of your objectives. Days ago They left at dawn, it was urgent for him to get to Anko as soon as possible. By his own standards, they were taking too long. ¡°Honey.¡± She approached Philipart, who was driving the vehicle, caressing his shoulders, and kissing him delicately on the head. He kept a serious expression, his eyes were now framed by large dark circles under his eyes, he was thinking of nothing else but getting to Anko. ¡°Please stay back, I need to concentrate on the road,¡± without looking her in the eyes, he answered her. His words hurt her, but she didn''t abide by them, for, she clung to the thought that he didn''t talk like that because he wanted to. According to her, like a typical romance novel, the kind she used to read as a child, what he needed was a pinch of love. She hugged him around the waist. He sighed in exhaustion at that action, however, he could not deny that he missed the warmth that emanated from her small and delicate body. ¡°What will you do when we get to the capital?¡± Stroking her thighs, he curiously asked her. ¡°Take control of the legions and reinforce the borders. In short, prepare Afriki militarily.¡± She analyzed his words carefully. ¡°And what will Arcadio do?¡± ¡°He will try to take soldiers away from Cr¨¢sico, how? I don''t know, he''ll have to figure it out,¡± with one of his hands, he rubbed his eyes to get rid of the sleepiness that was beginning to invade him. ¡°Why do you have to support Arcadio? It''s true, he''s your friend, but he''s no good in politics, much less in the military field. He will only cause you problems that will slow down your work.¡± Philipart looked at her sideways, her words had left him thinking. In a way, she had a point. ¡°He trusts me,¡± he remembered that Arcadio will entrust him with the safety of his family. I can''t let him down on that alone. As long as he gets me more legions, he''ll be of use to me. Nazly twisted her lip and nodded. She didn''t want to go any further into the subject. She closed her eyes, and fell asleep hugging the body of the one she genuinely loved. Chapter V - Will you deny me control? Seguno, Asians Penultimate month of 575 No sooner had he received his title as Magister Militum per Orientem, before Philipart''s expedition was over, than Cr¨¢sico began planning a military intervention, taking advantage of the fact that they were not so strong, to the tribes located northwest of Arachia. Although not weak enough to underestimate them. To ensure his victory -and with the permission of the Senate-, he took control of three legions: the I Robust, II Victrix and III Tutela. And he formed two others with the levies of the cities of Asians. Which would be dissolved at the end of the operation. He squandered the money in his coffers, not only in paying the soldiers, but also in buying supplies and food by the bucketload. Compared to Philipart, he wanted to be better prepared. With that, he took his five legions to Seguno, a city bordering the tribes, where he commissioned one of his generals, Joaquinos Detanio, to train the IV Cr¨¢sica and V Noma, who used the II Victrix as a resource to train them. Once established, he ordered the reinforcement of the wall that protected the border to the I Robust and the III Tutela. A considerable number of auxiliaries were left guarding the place, guaranteeing security. The efficiency of the work led to the walls being quickly reinforced. And the high morale, which had spread among the new soldiers, contributed to the smooth completion of their training. The moon rose in the skies, the legionaries rested, some drank, and others fornicated with prostitutes. In his tent, Cr¨¢sico, a smile formed on his face. He felt satisfied with what he had accomplished in such a short time. In a few days he would begin the intervention. On the map, he was putting the final touches to his plan: he would use the IV Crassica and V Noma to wear down the tribes -lucky the legionary who survived-, while the professional legions would strike the final blow. ¡°My lord,¡± a lightly armored soldier stepped into the tent. ¡°Traugott, my boy!¡± He put aside his pen, approaching him. ¡°I''m so glad to see you,¡± he lifted a hand, patting him on the shoulder. ¡°Likewise, my lord.¡± ¡°Ah!¡± He turned away from him. ¡°Come, we''ve known each other for more than ten years, don''t address me as you,¡± he returned, haltingly, to the map on the table. Traugott guffawed at his words, nodded and smiled back. The boy approached the Magister, glancing sideways at the map he was drawing. ¡°How long will the operation last?¡± ¡°No more than a month.¡± Traugott nodded. ¡°Huh?¡± He said when he saw the map in detail. ¡°Why, instead of causing the annihilation of the new legions, why do you use only the auxiliaries? Each legio brings five hundred; in total he would gather two thousand five hundred that, with the proper strategy, could resist the initial attacks of the tribes.¡± Cr¨¢sico paused, focusing his full attention on the boy''s next words. ¡°I think you should make the most of this operation. If the intervention is victorious, and, better yet, if a large part of the soldiers survive thanks to Magister Cr¨¢sico''s strategies! His reputation could grow very considerably, don''t you think?¡± His face lit up when he heard the last words. According to him, with the majority support of the population, and, of the soldiers, he could do what he wanted without being criticized or frowned upon.If you come across this story on Amazon, it''s taken without permission from the author. Report it. Motivated, he turned to Traugott, looking him straight in the eye. ¡°You said that, with a good strategy, we could use the two thousand five hundred auxiliaries to hold off the attacks of the tribes until, when they are worn out, we can send in the bulk of the army, right?¡± The boy nodded. ¡°Then!¡± He went to a drawer, from which he took out a new map of the area, which he hastily placed on the table. ¡°We must create this strategy,¡± He looked at Traugott out of the corner of his eye. ¡°Come help me, you have a good head for this.¡± A feeling arose in his chest, a feeling he could not understand, it felt good to be considered by the man he held in high esteem thanks to all he had taught him. ¡°Of cour...¡± ¡°Magister Cr¨¢sico!¡± A soldier entered the tent without warning, interrupting him. ¡°What''s the matter?¡± Cr¨¢sico, offended by the intrusion, asked in a harsh tone. ¡°They are looking for you, my lord.¡± Cr¨¢sico straightened up, put aside his pen, and approached the newcomer, questioning him as to who it was that requested his presence. ¡°It is Basileus Arcadio, my lord.¡± Andrio smiled, mockingly, as if unintimidated by the presence of the aforementioned. Traugott, sighing at the ruined moment, put on his helmet, covering his face. ¡°Well, send him in, let''s see what he who still believes he has power in the Empire wants,¡± the soldier lost his neutrality, laughing at his comment. He then bowed and left the tent. Cr¨¢sico snapped his fingers, returning to the table. To which he fixed his gaze, incredulously, on Traugott, seeing him with his helmet. ¡°What''s the matter, boy?¡± Trau turned toward the exit. ¡°I for-forgot that General De-Detanio asked me to be on guard duty during the non-night,¡± turning slightly towards Andrio, he bowed to him. ¡°See you at dawn, my lord.¡± Cr¨¢sico, with a smile, nodded at his words. And, at a hurried pace, Traugott withdrew. The man sighed, returning his eye to the map on the table, untraced because of the messenger''s interruption. ¡°What to use the auxiliaries with,¡± he whispered to himself. He narrowed his eyes, remembering with analysis and detail everything Traugott had said. ¡°The now Magister militum per Orientem, Cr¨¢sico,¡± with noticeable mockery in his words, Arcadio stepped into the tent. ¡°Basileus Arcadio,¡± he humored him, speaking in the same tone, moving closer to him. ¡°To what do I owe the honor of your visit?¡± Arcadio positioned himself in front of Cr¨¢sico, raising his head, looking at him over his shoulder. Thus, with clear and blunt words, he sentenced: ¡°Give me some of your legions.¡± Cr¨¢sico frowned, blinked repeatedly, and, as if on reflex, raised a finger, with which he wiped his ear. ¡°I think I misheard, can you repeat that?¡± ¡°I want you to give me control of some your legions to me.¡± Not knowing how to respond, wishing that what he had heard was a joke in very bad taste, he tried to evade it. ¡°I remind you that I am one of the Magisters of the Empire and you are just the pretty fase,¡± he answered with sharp words towards Arcadio''s dignity. ¡°The truth is that there is nothing pretty about it.¡± The Basileus made an effort to keep his composure. ¡°Oh, I know. Still, you have to give me control of some legions.¡± ¡°Cr¨¢sico hesitated at his words, still wanting to evade them.¡± ¡°Why would I have to? Try to make me,¡± he stood firm, raising his head and imposing his figure before Arcadio. ¡°Ah, it''s all right,¡± he nodded repeatedly. ¡°If you want it that way,¡± after reaching into his clothes, he took out a roll of paper and handed it to Cr¨¢sico. ¡°There, now give me my legions.¡± The man fearfully opened the roll and began to read its contents: Former senator and now Magister per Orientem Andrio Canrrio Cr¨¢sico. Basileus Arcadio requested permission to undertake an expedition to the south of the Nilus, in which he wishes to be the sole leader; which was approved. You are therefore obliged, by order of the whole Senate, to hand over to him at least three legions. And if you refuse, both your permission for the intervention to the northwest of Arachia and your title of Magister will be withdrawn. Signature: Members of the Senate. The roll of paper fell from his hands, his breathing became heavy. Inwardly, he cursed the senators, who seemed to have turned their backs on him. ¡°I will wait at the entrance to the city for my legions,¡± turning around, he emphasized his last words, after which he withdrew from the tent. His body trembled, and, at a slow pace, he went to a chair to sit down and try to calm down. ¡°My lord,¡± the words of that person came to him like a blessing. ¡°Tra-Traugott,¡± he looked at the boy with trembling eyes. ¡°Now what am I going to do? We''ll have to delay the intervention until we get more tropos,¡± he slammed the table. ¡°He must have something on his hands to make an expedition so soon after Philipart''s return!¡± ¡°Calm, my lord,¡± he approached him, patting him on the shoulder. ¡°You must take advantage of the fact that he Basileus has no military experience, no knowledge of army structuring. ¡°Then tell me what he could do.¡± ¡°Use the IV Cr¨¢sica and V Noma legions to create a new one, divide them, so to speak, into a sixth called...¡± he paused briefly, thinking of a suitable name, ¡°the VI Arcadia. That way it will be easier to evade it. Each legio would consist of only three thousand six hundred soldiers. A number that for us is not correct, but for Arcadius, it will be normal.¡± ¡°And the two legions that he will receive, are the ones that were armed with the levies, while I will keep the professional ones.¡± ¡°Exactly, but... for the sake of your plans, don''t mention the war elephants.¡± ¡°Relax, I''m not crazy enough to tell you about our new weapon,¡± with the intention of withdrawing, he stood up. ¡°Before I hand over your precious legions, do you have any other advice for me, my boy?¡± Traugott smiled as he saw that Cr¨¢sico heeded his words. ¡°Get more elephants, more men, supplies, and prepare. Not for intervention, but for any possible move Magister Philipart, or, Basileus Arcadio might make.¡± Cr¨¢sico opened his eyes wide, managing to decipher what he was referring to. ¡°So, may the Nintu bless us.¡±